Hanging On By A Thread

I can’t really say

I’m in the prime of my life,

In fact

I feel like I’m falling apart.

Everyone is disappearing,

Leaving me grasping for friendships.

My mind betrays me,

By clouding the truth in front of me.

I feel less and less

Certain about the future.

And, without a doubt,

The past continues to haunt me.

So, I sit in contemplation,

On a life I no longer control.

Is it all worth the pain?

Or is there not even a glimmer of hope left?

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – prime